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Wisdom in the scrolls of words of might.
Staff of righteous doing towards the sins.
Pure white robes like baptized sin.
Pious mind of sacred acts for God.
Hair bound downward to the humble Earth.
Words as weapons, words that heal,
Two-edged sword for life and death,
Purity and blemishless façade,
Thoughts divine and skyward fly away,
Dust she came, and dust she shall return.
Hands of power, good or bad, do their healing work.
Eyes that curse or bless, but only one.
Cup of death, a reverse cup, for the chosen.
Holy manna, poisoned food, never harms.
Relics of the past are only strength.
She reaches out with much-blessed hand,
Through eyes, the love is felt;
No drop to drink for wicked ones,
No crumb or taste or either,
The ancient blessings of woman upon us.